Book Review

Everything Passes by Gabriel Josipovici

Everything Passes by Gabriel Josipovici

Gabriel Josipovici’s newest book enters a world that does not have a name for it. The term ‘novel’ is wrong, not so much on grounds of the work’s shortness (just 60 pages, with generous amounts of space) as of its structure. The text is divided into short scenes, as one might call them, ranging in length from the description of a setting in three short lines to sequences of dialogue that play over three pages. There are 80 of these passages, and the first seven make it very plain that recurrence is going to play a large role. First comes an element that gives the book its title:
         A room.
         He stands at the window.
         And a voice says: Everything passes. The good and the bad. The joy and the sorrow. Everything passes.

This is followed by six curtailments or extensions, of which the last ends in exactly the same way.

We seem to be in this room for precisely half the scenes. Sometimes ‘he’ is joined by his son, sometimes by his daughter. Names come forward slowly: we do not learn his, Felix, until the book is almost half over, and it is never used in the room we entered at the beginning. This room is clearly a terminus, where events are thinned to abstraction. Scenes set in other places — a garden, a kitchen, a public park, a dining table during a dinner party, a museum, even a sickroom — are conversely full of particular life (though sketched with extreme compactness).

There is the temptation, to which the blurb writer has succumbed, to interpret these other scenes as memories passing through the mind of the man in the room. And that temptation is intensified by the form — by the oscillation between the room and the other places, which are also other times — and by the telling of everything, even of events that would have to be in the distant past, such as those involving the protagonist and his son as a boy, in the present tense of memory.

Seven similar versions of the opening (scenes 1, 7, 25, 34, 48, 57 and 80) measure out three shorter and three longer sections, each of them — apart from the first, which stays in the room — dominated by some narrative feature, as follows:
1-7: the room
8-24: a mildly erotic, probably teenage encounter in a garden, later understood to have involved the protagonist and a cousin, Lotte, who was to become his second wife
25-34: dialogues in which the protagonist, evidently a literary scholar and a writer himself, speaks of Rabelais as the inventor of prose fiction and the first author writing for an audience of strangers
35-47: the protagonist’s loss of his first wife, Sally, to a favourite pupil, Brian
48-57: Lotte and the protagonist get together again
58-80: the protagonist describes a near-death experience to George, a colleague visiting him

These narratives, each of them broken by returns to the room and by incursions of other components (notably the father-boy scenes), follow in chonological order, from youth to young manhood (for the literary dialogues take place between Felix and Sally before their marriage), midlife crisis, late love and, as it seems, recent days. We may be more struck, though, by the differences in how the moments are told. The furthest in time, for instance, arrives in repetitions and variations like those that present the room, whereas the Felix-George conversation goes ahead continuously, if in instalments that more or less alternate with scenes in the room. The middle stories, of literature and marital breakdown, contain all the longest scenes, which perhaps makes them seem more realistic, though by no means more real (rather, it may be, the converse).

There may be something here about the working of memory, about how crucial early happenings in one’s life — being incompletely understood at the time and frequently brought out for reconsideration — gain the impalpability of the present, while what occurred yesterday can be recounted verbatim, or about how only the young and the old can avoid inscribing their memories as collections of anecdotes. However, the book will not quite let us rest here (or, it may be, anywhere else). The experience of which Felix tells George turns out to have taken him to the room in which we discovered him at the start. The room, which had seemed to stand outside the protagonist’s memories, to be the place in which he had those memories, is in fact part of them. The story has wrapped itself so tightly as to contain itself.

Is this a jeu d’esprit, a delightful conundrum? The book is too serious for that, for what has so far in this review been an attempt to understand it in terms of its parts and its layers has failed to take account of the simple business of doing what one does with a book: read it through from beginning to end. Encountered thus, the book is not many things but one: a composition in which more or less the same assurance is made seven times. The assurance is varied a little on its fourth statement, and varied a little less on its fifth and sixth, before returning in its original form. Its source is also changed from ‘a voice’ to, in the last two appearances, and justly by this point, ‘the voice’. These alterations only strengthen what is unchanging. What is this voice, with its indefinite or definite article? Where does it come from? It is the voice of the book. It is as if everything else is there just so that these words may be said, so that they may be really said, and really heard.
         Everything passes. The good and the bad. The joy and the sorrow. Everything passes.

-- Reviewed by Paul Griffiths on 03/10/2006

Further Information
ISBN-10: 1857548507
ISBN-13: 9781857548501
Publisher: Carcanet Press
Publication Date: 28/09/2006
Binding: Paperback
Number of pages: 60
URL: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/search?keywords=9781857548501&index=books&linkCode=qs&tag=marksbookrevi-21

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